Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 My Memory

I feel the night, chilly and damp,

As a go prowling down the street,

Only companion, the street lamp.

Ev'ry night the two of us greet,

A constant in my memory,

Of nights out in the neighborhood.

The street lamp always reminds me,

Night's about over and I should

Remember all that was delight,

As I explored my claimed domain,

Finding the pleasures of this night,

Knowing I will do it again.

Another night remembered roam,

Time for this cat to head for home.